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Better but you know I have problems with patience. It's not so much the financial stuff anymore, I just want my pictures before I forget what my family looks like.

[She knows she's being dramatic so she laughs at herself, not in anyway serious. Homesickness is a thing, but she'd have to have a brain transplant to forget what her surrogate family looked like. Their faces are indelibly imprinted in her mind. Angela wouldn't mind hearing their voices on her voicemail though. That would be nice.]

What's been up with you, Mr. Workaholic?

[He makes a soft half-smile at that. Family. He misses Dante, abruptly, very much. Misses having someone from home who understands. Lady is close, but it isn't the same.]

I know that feeling. Thankfully I took a few photos of my brother before he left.

[An exhalation, and when she asks that, he delays by taking another sip of coffee.]

There's a new occupant in my house. That's why I wanted to leave.

[Ah, Dante. If she could bring him back for Vergil, she would. No one should have had to go through what he did.

Mid-sip, Angela tilts her head in confusion.]

Thomas?

No...

[He shakes his head, and exhales.]

Though he moved into my room, recently, from the apartment, that's not what I mean.

It's...complicated.

[So there's a third party in the house, somebody that rubs Vergil wrong, that much Angela can parse out. She can tell he wants to get a weight off his chest, but something's stopping him. The conversation could be dropped and forgotten here, but she wouldn't be Angela if she didn't push.

She sets her cup aside and leans him, voice gentle as she puts her hand on the back of his.]

You can talk to me, you know.

[There are a few other people in the house besides him and Thomas now - Harry, and Lady, but they didn't matter. He exhales, takes another sip of coffee, and avoids her gaze for a few moments before he glances up at her.]

I know.

[He exhales again.]

I didn't explain to you properly...what Thomas and I are. Did I?

You told me he was your pet.

[She drops her voice a level, just so his business isn't being splattered in the street, idly playing with a napkin she plucks from the tabletop holder.]

To be honest, I had feeling he was something more than just a pet when you explained him to me, but I didn't feel like it was my business to know? But I'm going to guess you are an official couple.

He is more than a pet. He's...

[He nods, after a moment, then sips at his coffee again, draining it to the halfway point.]

He's my partner. It's been a few months now. Someone he knows from home has arrived, though, and he doesn't understand homosexuality, or so Thomas assumes

[He frowns a little, glancing to the side.]

I'd just gotten to the point where I could freely admit what we were, and now I'm forced to hide it in my own home.

That's not right.

[She definitely feels where Vergil is coming from. Had somebody brought a new person into her home and decided that just because said person didn't like the way she lived her life she would need to tuck it back into the proverbial closet, shit would hit the fan and splatter everywhere. Nobody should have to hide what they do or who they're with in the home they pay for. It doesn't make sense to Angela and she wonders why Thomas would bring a person that idiotic to live in the house he shares with his boyfriend when everybody gets their own apartment to begin with anyway.]

If this guy is living in your house, eventually it's going to come out and he'll have no choice but to understand. Is Thomas not going to have sex with you there? What about the collar thing? He can't hide everything, not in this place. People talk here as much as they fuck. Why bring him into your home when he could have not only left the guy in his own place, giving you and him a nice little cushion of privacy, but not have to deal with either throwing the guy out onto the street or losing a friendship that quickly? Though, in my opinion, I wouldn't want to be friends with a person that bigoted to begin with, but it's not about me here.

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I know.

[For a moment, he's still - there's an instinctive desire to defend Thomas, of course, but at the same time it feels...nice to have someone be angry on his behalf. He just goes still and stirs a spoon of sugar into his coffee while she talks, considering what she's saying, and of course there are reasons. There would have to be or he never would have allowed it.

When she's done, he sits still and then glances down.]

It's a little more complicated than that. If it were someone simply bigoted of his own accord, I wouldn't have him in my home. But this man...

[He shakes his head.]

He's from a more primitive time, the same as Thomas. He's also recently blinded and depressed. Thomas is afraid he'll do something stupid.

[He frowns, glancing to the side.]

I understand the reasoning. I still don't like it.

[To be honest, she was wondering why Vergil allowed it, whether it was because everything was said and done behind his back and he just came home to a surprise fool on his couch with his feet up on the coffee table or if he allowed it because of his feelings for Thomas. She doesn't exactly blame Vergil for not wanting to rock the boat, even if she's the type of person who flip the boat if this happened to her.

And then Vergil says something that drags her out of a building rant into confusion and curiosity, making her set down her cup with a soft clank. Did he say blinded? Someone from a primitive time who is blind that just came to the city? It sounds too familiar to somebody she knows, another British man, for her to not pick up.]

Wait... would his name happen to be Edward?

[Sweet, overly polite Edward who was so excited to finally have access to coffee and properly made tea... yeah, she can see how his time could form those opinions, but she isn't backing down from defending Vergil's point of view since it's one she shares as a woman who plays both sides.]

[Part of it was done behind his back, but Thomas had offered to kick him out - still, he'd felt somewhat coerced, knowing the level of upset it would cause. He'd felt compelled to go along with it, and he's extremely uncomfortable with the whole situation still.

He isn't surprised when she asks about Edward's name, since he'd seen her reply to him on the network post he'd introduced himself in, and so he just nods.]

Yes, Edward Courtenay. From 1917. Served in World War 1. Blinded by mustard gas.

[He frowns a little, spearing a strawberry with his fork and putting it in his mouth, chewing absently while he glances out the window.]

Apparently one of Thomas' few friends and, I suspect, a crush of his.

Yeah, I know him. Found him on a street corner on his first day here.

[Okay, so maybe just kicking him out wouldn't be all that great considering his condition, though being stuck between a rock and a hard place isn't cool either. At the same time, she thinks Edward needs to know what the house rules are, not have them change around his presence, especially when it makes Vergil extremely uncomfortable after coming so far. She knows that it isn't easy for people to come out and it's not easy for people to publicly announce their other significant other. But all at the same time, Angela knows what's done in the dark will come to light and it's best that things are headed off before they grow too big to manage properly.]

Awkward, awkward, so very awkward. [She flops back into her chair, rubbing at the bridge of her nose.] I'm going to need a chocolate tart for this before I go on.

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[He nods, frowning to himself a little, and then lifts his hand to request the waitress's attention, and when she comes over, he orders Angela's chocolate tart, and another coffee for each of them.

After a moment, he sighs and nods.]

Incredibly awkward. I want Thomas to be happy and to take care of his friend, but for the moment it seems like that's more important than us being what we are.

[He shakes his head, finishes his coffee off as the waitress brings over Angela's tart and the fresh coffee.]

Does that make sense?

[She nods at first, spending the next few moments tucking into her tart and contemplating how best to phrase things while continuing to be honest. She doesn't know Thomas, only spoke to him once, so she doesn't want to make it seem she has a bad opinion about him and offend Vergil at the same time.]

It's okay to be a little selfish sometimes, especially when you want things to not be so secretive. Sneaking around, in your own house even, is tiring. You feel invalidated and pushed to the side, like you are coming second place in his life, when it wasn't like that a few days ago. It's just all of a sudden and now it feels like if you say something you'll be telling him to choose between you and his friend. Am I right?

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